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Welcome to our student blog. Follow the adventures of our Study Abroad students in Italy!

The misidentified woman..

The misidentified woman..

Well well well… look what we have here…another tacky, loud, American tourist. A natives dream. The first day in Bologna felt like a dream that was in a different language. I thought I would be able to adapt to the language because of my background in Spanish. Boy was I wrong. Although I was able to get by with simple verbs in Spanish and some in Italian, I failed at forming complete sentences. At the end of the day, at least I was trying!

My favorite part of not knowing the language is when the locals assume I am from somewhere fabulous, such as Denmark, France, or anywhere other than good ole Alabama. I like to pretend I have an Italian accent until they begin talking to me in Italian and I make up a completely different language.

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At least pizza is the same in Italian as it is in English.

Don't touch the Lamborghini

Don't touch the Lamborghini

Home of the Raging Bull

Home of the Raging Bull